The Boy on the Bus

 I rode public transit this morning for the first time in almost three years: the early hour meant the bus was deserted—just me and two others—and the icy sidewalks, left over from Monday’s snowfall, meant the bus was a welcome alternative to the slip-sliding across town I would have had to negotiate otherwise.

I love the bus. I’d forgotten that. It was good to be back.

And there was wifi. Fast wifi.